You Have Entered the Twilight Zone

Discussion in 'Dart Humor' started by Taechon, Aug 21, 2006.

  1. Taechon

    Taechon New Member

    I'm finding this quite facinating.
    I am hovering on a breakthrough in 100 at the 20. My game has shown significant improvement lately. For the last three days I have hit my all time high 4 times. That score would be 153. Now here is where it gets interesting and why I am bringing this up.

    Last night as I was tossing 100 at the 20, I hit a few one marks and I actually hit a zero mark at the end of my third leg of 10. I was having a great game and thought I was sure to beat my all time high. After the game I added up all my scores and there it was looking back at me again 153.

    Now, I have not hit a 152 or a 151. I did not hit anything above a 153. I did hit a 150, but only one. My next highest scores are 144, 148, and such.

    So how does the brain know to stop exactly at 153? I swear as I look over my scores this is impossible. There are 3 one marks. 6 two marks. A load of three marks. One mark more in any of these positions and I would have beaten my best. (Just One) How does the brain Know?

    It's like being in the Twilight Zone.
     
  2. CraigB

    CraigB Best looking Craig B in the forum! $:-{P> Staff Member Site Admin

    For me it's more like the Toilet Zone lately... :?

    My best CCU is 35, tonight the best I could do in 20-25 games was 22 (the worst were a pair of 15's!). I started my last game with seven 20's, then seven 7's, four 1's and a 4... I just don't understand what satisfaction my mind gets out of sabotaging myself (which it's obvious to me is what I'm doing). I had a period of about 15 minutes where I couldn't hit a 20 to save myself, but I could hit seven or nine 5's (or even 12's). Good thing my neighbors are a ways away from me so they didn't have to hear me yelling at myself... Nothing makes me more angry then throwing like that... :?
     
  3. Taechon

    Taechon New Member

    It's the Twilight Zone Phenomena I swear. We are all standing around in front of our dartboards waiting for some switchman someplace to throw the switch and tell us it is okay to move forward. Until that switch is thrown, the mystical force of .... we gotta give this a name... keeps us from accelerating to the top.

    I'll start another thread "Name That Force."
     
  4. Guest

    Guest Guest

    . I just don't understand what satisfaction my mind gets out of sabotaging myself (which it's obvious to me is what I'm doing).
     

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